The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1887-10-01
MISCELLANEOUS.
HoRATIo STAPLES.
A CT "REMINISCENCES.

Would you like to hear 1t Mrs.
Bargain Hunter?
It's tough reading to poor sensitive
Mr.. G., he had rather hear 1t thun-
der, for he's burnt his fingers by it.
But it's peaches and cream to you
and for we shall profit by it.
The romance is this.
Last year when the charming Nov
city Dress Goods were sailing over
from France in limited quantities
because the ''parley vous" wanted
them all themselyes.)
And by their chic and oddity and
beauty were taking this sombre con-
tinent by storm, the tender-half of it,
Mr.. CT, Yankee Dress Goods
and Flannel manufacturer, dreamed
that he could make the goods as win
some and elegant as JOHNNY Crapaud,
and make some money by 1t.
For the French goods cost S1.5O a
yard and more.
And we're sold as rapidly as foreign
born voters on rainy election day.
So Brother Ct changed the tech
nique Of his factory. Pulled the new
lever out at right angles.
And buzz went the machinery. the
wheels and the cranks, tickled to
death at the new fancy work they
were doing. $50
Into the hopper Of the mill went
colossal masses of the finest wool, the
silkiest Of silk.
Exquisite taste and skill and work.
manship.
And out of the big spout of the mill
flowed perfect cataract of Frenchy
Dress Goods, of rainbow loneliness
and design.
Stripes. loops, overshot figures,
dainty colorings, glorious combina-
tions of tints.
Faster than they were produced
they were snapped up by eager deal
ers, and still more eager modistes
and matrons.
And the beautiful effects that they
gave the female costumes,
Transformed the Dress-wearers
from a group Of Quakers, to aproces-
sion Of Aurora Borealis, tinted and
sweet.
Many belated virgin, verging
close on to the forties, who had long
ago hidden sad farewell to cupid,
Caught courage again from the led
gerdemain magic Of Ct. And ar
raging herself in his suitings, so illu-
minated herself thereby, that she
easily captured her affinity, sailed
away into matrimony, borne along
by the breezes that the Ct suitings
were causing.
There was but one draw back to
the enthusiasm always excepting the
bustle). The price of the goods was
$1.00 and S1.25 a yard. And every
body couldn't afford that, for not ev-
eryone was as rich as corn-packer.
SO although the mill kept up steam
day and night. the sale of the fabric
slowed up.
And soon Mr.. Ct had a noun
tain mass Of unsold suitings on his
hands.
He wouldn't bulge on his price, so
the dress tide turued intoIother chan
nels.
And the dainty darlings were
stranded, high and dry.
One day an interview took place
between Mr.. Ct, the manufacture
er, and Mr.. B-.r, the dress goods
Napoleon of Boston,
The result of which was that Mr..
B-r bought the entire mountain
mass of the Diamond-tinted, Rain
bow-colored Suitings.
He bought them at an awful
shrinkage in price. Some say $780,.
OOO.)
He let loose few of us upon them,
and we bought the handsomest ones,
so that we can sell them at 80 cents
yard.
That's black eye for CT, but
it's butter, honey and hot biscuits to
you and /, and dry champagne to
wickeder ones than WEI
They are all wool Except some that
are silk and WOOD A inches wide,
and in multitude Of designs.
just the stuff for combining with
plain goods.
Beautiful, and economical for fresh
ening up old dresses.
Set panel of it into your front
breadth, tack fragment of 1t on to
your collar and cuffs, and then you're
all fitted out for Mrs. Diamond Dust's
reception.
Your old dress becomes year
younger than the day it was launched
Our dress goods department is IL
Illuminated with it, and its only 80 cts.
yard.
You may see handsomer goods
some day, but like the late lamented
hypothetical Kathleen Mavourneen
ut may be for years, and 1t may be
forever"
(Your vulgar neighbor, Mrs. Vocif-
erous D'Owdy, wouldn't give them
second look.
For her to wear these imperial
goods would be as inappropriate as to
top ten-cent brain with $40 hat.
But your born lady Chats you)
sizes up this fabric in twinkling.
Excuse the slang and come to our
corner store and see the G-teens.
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MIDDLE STREET.